It doesn’t take long
For words to go stale
When there’s nothing there preserving them
Left to sit out
Dust settles
And the valiant poetic endeavors of love, rage, loss, regret, and hope
Become forgotten
Silenced by apathy

Wistfully floating down a stream of amber elixir I crash upon the rocks and take my place at the bottom of the glass.
Staring up at a setting sun I stir at the sound of your voice as it floats down like a feather.
Her pale features stare down my soul with an expression of sadness ancient in origin.
A river of dreams within the dream carry me off to where I saw you last and I try.
I try to make my way back over to you. Cut to ribbons by the shattered images of what it meant to me.
Crimson hues fall like curtains over my eyes and the skies grow tired and cold to my hopes.
Basked in the heat and hardened by the cold, it’s just a shell now. Rolling with the tide.
This soul that was mine.